Finding that perfect house -Part Three

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It’s been a long journey looking our next house, far longer than we expected.

After two years and visiting over fifty open homes, it was becoming a bit of a grind.

We carefully considered everything before we put any offer in, while other buyers seem to walk around with that starry eyed look, which can be a very expensive experience.

Then we found a house that was close to what we were after. With a lot of work, we could create that perfect house we were looking for.

We put an offer in, bearing in mind what we needed to spend on it, not expecting it to be accepted..

But then our offer was accepted !

That set up a bit of a conundrum because we weren’t expecting that to happen.

It meant we were now committed to packing up, moving, and unpacking, in a months time.

I won’t go into all the details, but you can probably imagine how busy we have been.

ANZAC Day 2024

After several years of disruption due to COVID and other stuff, ANZAC is back to how it used to be.

ANZAC Day is when we commerate those who served in the Australian or New Zealand forces, but did not return.

It was a joint effort by Australia and New Zealand in WW1, which is why both national anthems are sometimes sung at these events.

The Dawn service at 6am was well attended by the general public and the event was run smoothly.

The 10am service was a slightly smaller affair.

An update of sorts

Busy, just busy.


Covids not a thing here anymore and most people have just moved on.
The kids are getting older, and somehow in the last few months my oldest has really found her wings and the condfidence to be independent.
I had booked some of the school holidays to spend with them, only to find they had already committed themselves to part time work and other stuff.

I dont mind this, rather, I find it pleasing that they are finding their independence, which relegates me to the position of ‘Reserve support if everything turns to crap’
My oldest is 18 and my youngest is 16, so it looks like we are slowly moving into ’empty nester’ mode.